Shooting the breeze down at the Veteran’s hospital, a trio of old
timers ran out of tales of their own heroic exploits and started
bragging about their ancestors. "My great grandfather, at age
13," one declared proudly, "was a drummer boy at Shiloh."

"Mine," boasted another, "went down with Custer at
the Battle of Little Big Horn."

"I’m the only soldier in my family," confessed vet number
three, "but if my great grandfather was living today he’d be the
most famous man in the world."

"What’d he do?" his friends wanted to know.

"Nothing much. But he would be a hundred 165 years old."